Blossom
Chris Conley
Everything is for sale underneath the sun,
Send your dollars in the mail
If you've got what you want, well there's always more
(better get it before it's gone.)
There's a sale at the store better get there before they close the door
Down the street there's a dog selling socks
To a frog for a hundred dollar bill
But the bill blows away
Goes around around and drifts away
(you are not what you would pay)
All it wants another day begins
Blossoming right before your eyes
Everything is for sale so i sell my eyes
To a preacher who is blind
And i'll carve up my arms sell
Them to the lumberyard
And i'll auction off my ears
Maybe even pawn my fears
All is right, tonight.